4 years ago. August 26, 2020 at 2:12 AM
The skin of her backside ripples;
an involuntary reaction to my touch.
It's a beckoning call for more.
My wandering hands explore.
Sheepish moans are my guide
through valleys and mounds of tepid flesh.
Her eyes flutter as I trace the ridge-line of her bottom.
Muscles tense in an anticipatory way,
before culminating in impact.
A soft smile crawls across her face.
The release is slight,
but the night is still young.